LA in BCN, Hearing that the flight from Liverpool to Barca would be delayed whilst we’re facing a bar could mean only one result, Bevvies and horrific coffee flavoured electronic ciggies getting past around to consume the wait. But soon enough we were boarding and ready to film the stereotypical take off flight that accompanies most videos of trips abroad (we didn’t).

Tommy T, Oli and Charlie B, Mack dog, Ash, Evs, Ry, Leo, Vaughanostar and myself arrived, as CJ and TH were evening out their tans beach side and why not the weather’s shit hot! Morph was already rocking at the DC embassy when we arrived and Karim Trilled up later on in the day, HOLLA (OLA)!

Everyone smashed the dc park in more ways than one, the floor’s like buttered ice which has then been waxed, and got some unfocussed ghetto slips to prove all the above points! Also Evs is fucking on one! It was a tease for Tom, me and I’m sure for Chris as well, with a menu of injuries such as; lenny’d knee, lenny’d ankle and CJ is fresh from a hand op (Tom and Chris still hurt it though).

The boys are on a hype ting, so there are strong premonitions of mad shit and rad on the way. Loads, loads, loads more shit to come, there’ll be daily updates of the antics so check back here and all the insta-whammer photies lurking about, BOOM!
Here’s some pics for now;

Crewdem up in this mother!

Sign and C Birch on the bounce!

Some p-i-m-p-s!

Karim knows!

VJ surveying for all the brothas in the struggle.

Box of toys loitering with intent.

Tom says Mr Bean’s an alien because he came from space, Mackey says he’s Jesus because he came from God.